Page 34 of Electric Boy

Michael hissed through his teeth and grabbed the back of Julian’s silken hair, yanking him backwards.

“Hah,” Julian breathed. A simple, needy sound that spoke volumes as his mouth fell open, pupils dilated in half-lidded eyes. God, the things Michael wanted to do to that open, willing mouth of his. He settled now for kissing it harshly and pushing Julian back on the bed.

He yanked off the boy’s already unfastened trousers along with his pants, leaving him naked from the waist down. Not one to waste time either, Julian wrestled out of his top while Michael kicked off his own trousers. He couldn’t help but notice how Julian’s eyes lingered on his stiff member with a sort of bold fascination. Michael wondered if he might be nervous at the sight of him, large and uncircumcised, suddenly confronted with the reality of sleeping with a man. But then he watched as Julian’s hand snaked between his own thighs, pensively stroking his already re-stiffening cock, and Michael knew it wasn’t apprehension but lust.

Michael allowed himself a single moment to appreciate the sight of Julian’s naked form, in his own bed, the way he’d hardly allowed himself to dream of. His long legs stretched out against the dusty-pink duvet. Julian leaned back on his elbows, clearly enjoying Michael’s appreciation. His nipples stood out a vibrant pink against the white of his chest. The paleness of him only made his hair appear that much darker, a black curtain that framed an insolent, unflinching gaze. Michael would wipe that self-satisfied smirk off his face if it was the last thing he did.

He dove forwards onto the bed, large body covering Julian’s, and bit Julian’s lip until he opened his mouth. He plunged his tongue into that eager mouth, claiming him, tasting every last inch of him and making sure he tasted every bit of what Michael had to offer. Julian’s nails scraped at his back. He revelled in how he unravelled him, how needy he made him. That is, until Julian’s hand closed around his prick and wrenched a heedless groan from deep in Michael’s throat. He lost the kiss and his head fell forwards onto Julian’s smooth chest. He was glad for it, because his cheeks were aflame. He hadn’t expected Julian to take charge in a moment when he’d convinced himself he’d had him so thoroughly undone.

Julian’s hot breath found his ear. “Let me taste you. Please. I’ve always wanted to.”

Part of him wanted to object. He was supposed to be the one overpowering him, leaving him a drooling mess, but the way Julian’s hand worked over his length, entirely confident and unhesitant, left him powerless to do anything but nod mutely.

Julian rolled him over onto his back as if Michael, a full seven stone heavier, weighed nothing at all. He kissed a wet trail down his defined abdominal muscles, stopping only briefly to consider the massive length of him before pulling back the skin around the head of Michael’s weeping cock and closing the wet warmth of his mouth over him.

“Fucking Christ,” Michael swore, a hand fisting in Julian’s ebony hair. For someone who’d never done this before, Michael definitely had to give credit where credit was due because Julian threw himself into the task as if he’d been sucking cock for years. He hadn’t the slightest fear of gagging, even when he took Michael’s considerable length deep enough to make him cough several times. He even reached under and fondled Michael’s balls, something he hadn’t expected in the slightest and was ashamed to admit made him writhe and whine. The boy even had the audacity to moan around the girth that stretched his reddened lips, like he couldn’t get enough of it. That very thought had Michael cresting over the edge. The orgasm hit him so hard, so suddenly, that he hadn’t time to warn Julian of the impending load, and he shot every ounce of himself straight down Julian’s throat.

God fucking bless him, Julian swallowed as much as he could, pulling off only when his mouth was full, resulting in some spunk squirting onto his cheek and into his hair where it stood out like pearls on black velvet. When Michael had his breathing under control enough to speak, he said, “Sorry, love,” and swiped his thumb over the glistening streak across Julian’s cheek.

Julian took his swollen bottom lip between his teeth as he looked up at Michael and fuck if that wasn’t just the sexiest thing Michael had seen in his entire life. He knew he’d just come seconds ago, but the blood was already gathering back into his balls at the mere sight of him. And knowing that he’d been able to go through with the entire affair without the darkness encroaching on him again filled him with a confidence that was just as heady.

“Are you going to fuck me?” Julian asked apropos of nothing, startling a laugh out of Michael.

“If that’s what you want, but I think it’s a bit soon, don’t you?” Michael said, stroking Julian’s hair fondly.

Julian rested his cheek against Michael’s hip, mouth tilting pensively to one side. “It might. Only, I’ve been thinking about it basically since we met. I mean, it’s only natural, innit? You meet a bloke you fancy and you think about what it’ll be like when you fuck. And you start to think about it so much it becomes this whole thing on its own, right? Like, you build it up and stuff. It’s almost like, why don’t you just get it done and over with, like pulling off a plaster, so it’s not such a big thing anymore?”

“Thanks for that.” Michael laughed, rolling his eyes. “Just get sex with me over and done with.”

“You know I don’t mean it like that.” Julian smiled, his index finger tracing a nonsensical pattern on Michael’s thigh. “It’s only, I’m nervous about it, aren’t I? Nobody’s bummed me before, have they?”

“We don’t have to,” Michael said, the calmness in his voice belying the buzzing eagerness under his skin at the mere offer. “If you’re nervous. There’s a lot of things we can do that you’d like that don’t have anything to do with penetration.”

“No,” he said decisively. “When I make my mind up to do something, I do it all the way.”

Michael had no doubt of that as he watched the determined set of Julian’s jaw.

“All right,” Michael relented, trying to hide his enthusiasm under a mature, cautious tone. “As long as you’re sure.”

“I am,” Julian insisted, already moving up on the bed and situating himself on his hands and knees.

Michael chuckled and pushed Julian flat with a hand on the small of his back. He turned him over onto his back and Julian raised a quizzical, angular brow at him.

“It’s your first time,” Michael explained, nudging Julian’s thighs apart. “There’s a certain amount of preparation involved. Unless you want it to hurt like hell.”

“I’d prefer no hurting, if we can avoid it.” He smirked, but the slight tremble in his knees under Michael’s hands betrayed his apprehension.

Michael leaned diagonally across the bed to reach his bedside cabinet, extracting his half-empty tube of lubricant from the drawer. He squeezed a liberal amount onto his palm and coated three of his fingers before massaging the remainder of it over Julian’s entrance. It made the young man jump and tense slightly. Understandable, since he’d never been touched there by another person before. Julian’s cock was already fully hard again as it lay against his hip, probably from the enjoyment he’d reaped at getting Michael off. Michael envied him his youthful resilience. He’d be some time yet before he was at full mast. That didn’t mean they couldn’t both have fun in the meantime.

Closing one hand loosely around Julian’s length, he used the other to prod tentative fingers at his tight hole. Just gently circling the entrance at first, getting him used to his touch. Julian sighed and closed his eyes, relaxing into Michael’s ministrations. When he had him sufficiently at ease, he pushed one finger slowly past the tight ring of muscle. He let it sink in gradually until it was up to the knuckle, watching Julian’s face all the while for signs of discomfort. His brow creased momentarily but it passed just as quickly as it came. He held one arm over his head, his dark hair fanned out beneath it against the pillows, looking entirely at ease.

Feeling confident, Michael added a second finger. He felt Julian’s body tense again minutely, but he worked his two fingers in and out with a slow, practised rhythm that saw Julian exhale noisily and bite his bottom lip in that way of his. Michael crooked his fingers, searching out that tender spot, and when he found it, it was as though Julian had been struck by a live wire.

His back bowed fully off the mattress and a strangled cry escaped him. His hips followed the movement of Michael’s fingers as he worked them in and out, caressing the tight bundle of nerves with every pass. Julian’s fists gripped the duvet, desperate little whimpers of “Christ” and “fuck” and “Michael” escaping his lips. Michael never even got a chance to use his third finger before Julian came hard, long ropes of jizz painting his own stomach and Michael’s fist.

He collapsed bonelessly back against the bed, breathing as hard as a marathon runner. Michael wiped his hands against the duvet, watching Julian’s wrecked expression with some amusement.

“Fuck,” Julian groaned. “Fucking fuck. Michael. God, that was… Has that always been there? That was a fucking revelation. Why doesn’t everybody go round sticking a bloody finger up their bums? Christ, if I’d known that’d feel like that I’d have gotten Aisling to ram a bloody courgette up there ages ago.”